kids dont make you happy, page-46

I'd walk over broken glass for my boys.

It's got nothing to do with any psychologist's notional happiness quotient. It's called love.

They are from me and a part of me. There is nothing anyone could say or do which would cause me to give them up or wish that I'd never had them.

You get nothing of value without effort in this life. Sure, they're an effort, they're time-consuming and they can be a pain in the ar*e, but it's all worth it.